They left me at the northern border with no coat, no shoes, and no name.
"Omegas who shame the pack do not deserve burial," my Alpha said before the trucks drove away.
Snow swallowed the tire tracks within minutes.
I walked until my feet bled through the ice.
When the wolves came, I was too cold to scream.
A black wolf larger than any Alpha I had ever seen stepped between me and the circle of teeth.
The others lowered their heads and backed away.
The wolf shifted into a scarred man with a crown tattooed over his heart.
"Who threw away something that belongs to me?" he asked.